Poem - Paradise
Paradise
Perfect body, perfect mind
Perfect conditions all the time.
No more hunger, no more strife
Wonderful conditions all our life.
Plenty of bread, plenty of honey
We build our homes without money.
Lion at peace with lamb
Fierce beasts at peace with man.
No more Satan and his agents
No more lies and complications.
No more pain and no more sorrow
Thanks to God, we enjoy tomorrow.
We relax below our fig tree and below our vine
Because God by Christ rode in victory divine.